Previously on Young Sheldon...
I did not give you a heart attack.
You gave me something.
Well...
Is my husband your mystery man?
MISSY: Can't believe this.
Where you going? Home.
They clearly forgot about us.
This sucks.
What is he doing here?
MARY: He's a pastor,
and he wanted to be here.
I mean, what is he doing here
with you?
I'm gonna stay at my mom's house tonight.
Fine by me.
Where's Missy?
♪ Here we go ♪
♪ No ♪
Missy.
♪ No way... ♪
Careful, loud music is a sign of teen angst.
I'm aware.
Missy honey, I'm so sorry.
You okay?
Come on, let me in.
(music stops)
You forgot me.
(sighs) Mandy went into labor.
I had to go to the hospital.
She had the baby, and no one told me?
See? Angst.
Go in your room.
The baby's cute as a button.
Can't wait to meet her Aunt Missy.
I waited at school for an hour and had to walk home.
No one even called.
There was a lot going on.
The important thing is,
you're safe,
baby's safe, everything turned out okay.
Not everything. My database failed.
Go.
Where's Mom?
She's staying at your meemaw's tonight.
Why?
Help with the baby.
So, the baby's home? I can meet her?
She'll be home tomorrow.
Then why's Mom there tonight?
Look, Missy, I've had a long day. So have I.
That makes three of us. Sheldon.
I'm in my room, as directed.
(sighs)
(music resumes)
♪ Save the complaints... ♪
♪ Nobody else is stronger than I am ♪
♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain ♪
♪ I bet I could be your hero ♪
♪ I am a mighty little man ♪
♪ I am a mighty little man. ♪
How's she doing? She's fine.
She's quiet.
She's breathing, right?
Yes. Hold on.
Yes.
Mind slowing down?
I'm going 15.
And I said slow down.
You got it.
Baby check. Still breathing.
All right, we got this.
You remembered to check the baby's I.D. bracelet
before we left the hospital, right?
Why? To make sure they gave us the right baby.
Don't be ridiculous, I know my baby.
This is her.
Yeah, this is her.
Good. I saw this
Maury Povich show where there was a mix-up,
and one family got a real clunker.
Well, if she's a clunker, she's our clunker.
(chuckles) Great.
Morning.
Hello.
You're up early.
Gave myself extra time in case I had to walk again.
I'm taking you to school.
Lots of kids walk, by the way.
Like Billy?
His mom didn't show up either.
It was sad, but I can laugh about it now.
Enough.
(sighs)
So, is Mom coming home tonight?
I don't know.
What's really going on with you two?
'Cause Billy said you and Brenda...
Drop it.
Fine.
Well, since Mom's not here, I made your lunch.
That was nice.
"Try not forgetting your daughter today.
XO, Missy."
That's my name, in case you forgot.
(sighs)
ADULT SHELDON: The next day, as I walked across campus,
I could feel all eyes were on me,
judging me for my failure.
Look at them laughing at me.
It was the closest I ever came to a walk of shame.
Well, good morning, Sheldon.
What's good about it?
I'm a laughingstock.
I don't think anybody cares.
But my database failed.
Failure only means something if you quit.
Well, get ready for some meaning. I quit.
Hang on.
Are you familiar with the Fred Astaire song
"Pick Yourself Up"?
No.
From the beloved musical Swing Time?
Still no.
Then prepare to be uplifted.
♪ Nothing's impossible, I have found ♪
♪ For when my chin is on the ground ♪
♪ I pick myself up ♪
♪ Dust myself off ♪
♪ Start all over again ♪
I'm not uplifted.
Well, then buckle up for the second verse.
♪ Don't lose your confidence if you slip ♪
♪ Be grateful for a pleasant trip ♪
♪ And pick yourself up ♪
♪ Dust yourself off ♪
♪ Start all over again. ♪
(Constance crying)
Maybe it's gas. Did you burp her?
What do you think I was doing
when I was patting her on the back?
Did you pat firmly?
The book says "pat firmly."
It was firm, Georgie.
Maybe you need to be burped.
Okay, you're such an expert, why don't you try?
All right. I was a baby more recently than you were.
It's okay, CeeCee,
Daddy's here.
Shh... (crying continues)
Good job.
Well, I just met her yesterday, give me a minute.
I remember those days. Me, too.
Boy, were you a crier.
Sorry.
Too little, too late.
(sighs) Should I help 'em out?
I got it.
Come on, CeeCee, work with me.
This is your father speaking.
Did she quiet down?
'Cause she doesn't sound quiet.
MEEMAW: Step aside.
Let me show you how it's done.
Please. Come here. Okay. Yeah.
Meemaw's here now, all right.
Shh...
Shh, shh. (crying continues)
Shh. Something's wrong with this one.
Can her grandma have a turn?
Here, take her. Oh...
She takes after you. Oh.
It's okay, sweetie, Nana's here.
Nana? Who picked that?
I did.
Why ain't you another meemaw?
'Cause I'm the only meemaw.
(Constance coos)
Oh, you got her to quiet down. How'd you do that?
Nana magic.
MANDY (sighs): Okay, well,
I'm gonna get some sleep,
and I may never come back.
Hmm.
I don't understand. The code is perfect.
It should have worked.
Well, the problem isn't that it didn't work,
the problem is that nobody wanted to use it.
So, you're saying we didn't fail, the public failed us.
No, we failed.
And you've also failed at cheering me up, so good job.
Here's a thought.
I've been toying around
with this new plasma confinement idea.
Why don't we work on that
and, uh, take your mind off the database?
What if we fail at that, too?
Then we'll have two failures back to back.
I'll have to leave the country or grow a mustache,
or leave the country until I can grow a mustache.
Well, we don't know if we'll fail until we try.
Counterpoint: if we don't try, we'll never fail.
Oh, my little pal,
do I have to sing again?
Little? I'm towering over you.
♪ Will you remember the famous men ♪
♪ Who had to fall to rise again? ♪
♪ So, pick yourself up, dust yourself... ♪
She's so cute.
Yeah.
How long has she been crying?
Her whole life.
(scoffs) I got a brother like that.
You want to hold her? No.
Scared? Yeah.
Smart. Okay, shh...
Sorry I wasn't there when she was born.
Oh, you weren't?
No, they forgot me at school.
I had to walk home.
Ooh...
Oops.
Then my dad got mad at me, like I was the one
who did something wrong. Uh-huh.
How is it that color?
She only eats milk.
And Mom hasn't been home,
and I know something's going on,
but no one will tell me anything.
Uh, can you hand me the powder?
Do you know what's going on with them?
Huh? With my mom and dad.
(sighs)
Missy, it feels like someone
just drove a truck through my body,
I haven't slept in days.
I cannot help you right now.
(scoffs) Sorry.
(Constance crying)
Son of a *****.
Pigs in a blanket? Yeah.
They're burnt.
Yeah.
Mom doesn't cook them that long.
Thank you.
Would you teach me how to throw a football?
What? What? Why?
I'm trying to get more comfortable with failure.
What makes you think you're gonna fail?
The word "ball."
Well, I got to warn you,
learning to throw isn't something you get right
on the first try. It... it takes practice.
And does this practice involve setbacks and frustration?
Yeah. Perfect.
Now, you'll notice that the shape of this thing
is more like a missile, right,
than it is your typical bouncy ball.
The term you're looking for is prolate spheroid.
Wasn't looking for it, but thank you.
Now, what do you think
is the most efficient way to get this thing to fly?
Gyroscopic torque.
Spiral.
Bingo. (chuckles) All right,
now get your fingers on the laces here.
Why is the surface all bumpy?
Used to be made out of pig bladder.
Well... not anymore. It's...
Helps with the grip. Okay?
Now, fingers back on it, and get your thumb
wrapped around... There you go.
All right, bring your other hand up.
That helps keep her steady.
Bring the ball back to your ear.
And when you're ready to throw,
bring your arm down like a tomahawk. (exhales)
Get that ball spinning. (exhales) All right?
(exhales)
And am I correct in assuming that more revolutions
will create a parabolic arc that resists external forces?
Sure.
All right, whenever you're ready,
let's see if you can reach me.
Let the setbacks and frustration begin.
(chuckles) Good Lord. That was incredible.
Yeah, I saw it.
Where you going?
To hit the showers. Apparently I'm a jock now.
I got the baby to settle down. Easy peasy.
Take it down a notch, Nana.
I will try, but I don't know if I can.
Georgie on the couch?
Mm-hmm.
(sighs)
And what exactly is it that's wrong with your bed?
My husband's in it.
So, you're just gonna keep sleeping here
instead of dealing with it?
I'm helping with the baby.
She'll still be crying tomorrow. Go home.
I will.
I just need my space right now.
I know the feeling.
You're cranky.
You want me to rock you to sleep?
I'm pretty good at it.
Don't touch me.
(whispering): Did you ever find out
where your mom was the other day?
(whispering): She was at the hospital
for your brother's baby.
What?
Did you not know he had one?
It's a girl. DARLENE: Shh.
No talking during the test.
(sighs)
Your mom was there? Yeah.
So I was the only person in the whole world who wasn't there.
Keep your eyes on your own papers.
I'm not cheating.
Well, that's not what it looks like.
I guess you would know what cheating looks like.
Ask your husband.
What has gotten into you?
Well? Answer your mother.
So the only time you two talk to each other is to yell at me?
That is not true. Oh, really?
Where have you been sleeping the last couple nights?
Whoa, you do not talk to us that way.
And you do not talk to your teacher that way either.
Sheldon says obnoxious things all the time,
but it's fine 'cause he's special.
This is not about Sheldon.
For once. (laughs): Oh.
We forgot to pick you up one time. Cut the drama.
One time? You've been forgetting me my entire life.
Everything is Sheldon, and now Georgie has a baby,
and you two are fighting. (scoffs)
Might as well be invisible.
Not today you're not. (chuckles)
(radio turns on) ♪ We are family. ♪
(radio turns off)
Not an appropriate song for this moment.
(Constance crying)
Hello, Niblingo. Little nibling.
What is it, Sheldon?
I was hoping I could try to calm your baby down.
Why? I'm trying new things to build up a tolerance
for setbacks and frustration.
So you want to use my child for some kind of experiment?
Yes.
Okay, here you go.
♪ Soft kitty, warm kitty ♪
♪ Little ball of fur ♪
♪ Happy kitty, sleepy kitty ♪
♪ Purr, purr, purr. ♪ (crying stops)
Are you freaking kidding me?
I'm not happy about it either.
(sighs)
(Constance resumes crying)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
♪ Soft kitty, kitty, kitty. ♪
Sheldon, come back.
Dr. Linkletter, I need your help.
Of course.
Let me just drop everything so I can be of assistance.
Thank you.
(sighs)
I'm trying to embrace failure,
and I realized that social subtleties
like sarcasm can sometimes evade me.
You don't say.
No, it's true.
And I was hoping you could pepper
our conversation with sarcasm, so I can try to identify it.
Oh, boy, when do we start?
Now would be great.
Sheldon, that was sarcasm.
Oh, let me try again.
Is this about your database?
Yes.
You know, I was also working on a database
that I thought would be more successful than yours.
(chuckles) Sarcasm?
No.
Oh, darn it.
Wait, was the "no" sarcasm?
No. Are you sure?
Yes. Ugh,
I'll never be comfortable with failure.
My point is, I was experiencing something similar,
and there's no shortcut through grief.
Those are wise words.
Thank you.
It was smart I came to you.
You're clearly an expert on humiliation and defeat.
Sarcasm?
No. Leave.
Sarcasm? No.
Bye.
Go to your room. Fine.
And you're gonna apologize to Mrs. Wilkins.
MISSY: That's not her name anymore.
(sighs)
Can you believe her?
Well, maybe this wouldn't have happened if you were around.
Are you really trying to blame this on me?
I'm not the one sleeping across the street.
I'm here with our kids.
(bottle cap clatters)
So you want to get into this? Let's get into this.
What is going on with you and Brenda?
Nothing. It doesn't seem like it.
What, you're honestly saying that you don't light up
every time Pastor Rob's around?
Maybe I do.
Nothing ever happened.
I wouldn't do that.
(scoffs) What, you saying I would?
You tell me. I wouldn't.
But you like being around her.
(sighs)
What happens now?
I don't know.
(sighs)
(door opens)
Hey.
Hi.
What are you doing here? Where's the baby?
She's fine. She's with Connie.
I just needed a couple minutes.
Which was...
a couple hours ago.
I'll go check on her, unless you want to.
Actually... (scoffs)
I don't know what I want.
What does that mean?
My daughter hates me.
What difference does it make if I'm there or not?
You know that ain't true. Really?
Because all she does is cry,
and I'm tired all the time,
and even your brother is better at soothing her than I am.
You're just a little overwhelmed. It's normal.
Why aren't you?
Well, we can't both be freaked out at the same time.
We got to take turns.
When's your turn?
Already had it.
I was so scared when I got to
the hospital, I...
I got back in my car and drove away.
While I was in labor?!
Don't hit me. We're sharing freak-outs.
And I still came back. (sighs)
What kind of parents are we?
The new kind,
the well-meaning, dumb kind.
We're gonna get better, right?
We ain't got no choice. (chuckles)
I'll let you sleep. I'm gonna go check on CeeCee.
Thank you.
What are you smiling at?
Just thinking.
We might've conceived CeeCee in this very garage.
Okay, you're gross. Leave now.
Bye. (sighs)
What are you doing?
Oh, um...
I'm just gonna be staying at Meemaw's a little bit longer.
Okay.
You all right?
No.
What's going on?
My database...
I've-I've never failed like this before,
and it frightens me.
Oh... sweetie,
I'm sorry. Sometimes,
no matter how much we want things to work out,
they just don't.
ADULT SHELDON: Dealing with failure is a tricky business.
You can face it head on and try to overcome it.
Good job, Mama.
ADULT SHELDON: You can avoid it.
Thanks for letting me stay.
For as long as you need.
ADULT SHELDON: You can try to drown it out.
(crowd cheers, whistle blows on TV)
Or you can try to talk to someone about it.
And some people choose to run.